The Birth (The Black Wing Book 1) by Miriam Yvette Read Free Book Online Page A

you’re off today but we need you. The doctors can’t stand her. With you around, they have a better chance of her cooperation.”
    “Cooperation?” I repeated.
    “She doesn’t want to see anyone. Every time the doctor walks in, she’s on her phone calling that lawyer of hers.”
    “Lawyer?” I resounded.
    “Oh you haven’t met him yet. His name is Mr. Müller, he belongs to the Company Five, a chain of private, successful high-profile lawyers. Be on your best behavior around him. With that, are you coming or what?”
    If Ms. Clarisse is throwing a tantrum at the hospital, what makes him think I can work a miracle? Ms. Clarisse may not want to see me after I asked her if she had children. I don’t want to risk upsetting her again. Bradley offered to pay me overtime, hinting an extra bonus. When I asked him the details of the accident, Bradley dismissed them. He just wants to know if I’m going to work or not. My only concern is her new partner in crime, Mr. Müller. I’m afraid that he’ll be just as intimidating as Ms. Clarisse. My husband never comes home on my days off, working is a much better option than being home alone.
    When I arrived at the hospital, my first goal was to ask about the cause of her accident. The nurse who led me to her room told me it was assumed that Ms. Clarisse had broken her wrist and hip trying to get out of bed. This type of fracture is common for the elderly, but these accidents rarely happen in Gilia. After finding her room, the nurse immediately excused herself.
    Her room lingered in darkness, the curtains have been shut, blocking any light from entering. Ms. Clarisse looks less intimidating at a hospital, than at the Gilia. I scoot a seat beside her bed, and watched her sleep. Her head tilted sideways facing me, her mouth remained half open. There’s no makeup on her pale skin, none of her belonging are here. No one bothered to fetched her anything—not even the attendants who were supposed to care for her on my days off. The cast on her wrist laid stretched out on the bed, just staring at it brought me an unappealing ache.
    My co-workers do neglect Ms. Clarisse. This could have been prevented, but I have become ignorant to accept it. The night I ran into Ms. Clarisse’s room, I always found the attendants wrong behavior as a violation of company policy. Bradley wouldn’t allow that kind of treatment to fall on anyone—especially Ms. Clarisse. When I return from my days off, I have to pick up all of the slack the attendants didn’t do. Why does Ms. Clarisse put up with them, why doesn’t she fire them? Everyone says she can fire anyone with the snap of her finger, but that isn’t so. How ironic that the most feared senior in Gilia is indirectly being mistreated.
    I returned from my thoughts and found Ms. Clarisse awake—staring at me. I gave her a smile but her expression remained empty.
    “What are you doing here?” she wheezed.
    “I’m working.” I reply with a smile.
    “But you’re off today. Wait—don’t tell me, Bradley called you.”
    Something about her doesn’t feel right. The dark bags under her eyes, and the heavy lines on her face isn’t one of her normal grumpy days—she’s depressed. I hoped that my being here will bring back to her infamous nature, but she’s only silent. While I tried to think of a way to spark a conversation, my attention caught a small sparkle. A gold ring reflected a small diamond nestled on her wedding finger. Of all the days I saw her, I only just took notice of a generic ring belonging to Ms. Clarisse—a rich, and wealthy woman. If she’s married, then she must have children, but where are they? Finally, I looked around, seeing no flowers, no balloons, and no signs of any visitors. I gulped the hard truth. The rumors are real.
    “You can go home, I’m fine.”
    Startled, I remained in my post. She looked at me and nodded her head to the exit. I gripped the arm chair for support, and informed her that I wasn’t